Self-Help by Lorrie Moore 8 min @ the desk, Toronto 4:44 Make a wish. Wish for a bigger apartment. Something with a wall between the bed and the table. You know the wishes don’t work. Except that one time. But it was 11:11. In the morning. Mornings are hard working the Read more
I Love Yous Are For White Peopleby Lac Su 5 min @ Starbucks on Bathurst & Queen, 10:54pm Mamma always gots mad when I loses things. Every time I loses something new she would list all the things I losed before. She says that’s why she won’t give me nothing Read more
The Tao of Wu by RZA 8 min. @ Cafe Pamenar ” I don’t think you understood what I was trying to say”, Lila said. “Are you listening to me? Based on your reply I don’t think you understood my message. Did you even read it?” “Can you not attack Read more
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 8 min @ Litttle Nicky’s Every morning. Like clockwork. Literally. Maris would rise at five thirty. He used an alarm. Had too, because of the insomnia. But he had to keep consistent or he’d lose his spot. Five thirty five: cold water on the Read more
I love them. I love to soak in the soothing warmth of them and then wrap myself in their cashmere softness. Sometimes I inhale a perfect cluster of them that clears my head in a eucalyptus rush. Sometimes they come at me aggressively, all sharp angles and pointed jabs. And Read more
My Booky Wook by Russell Brand 8 min @ my desk, Toronto Fuck. Seriously? Every single time… Just once, a break. Please God. The brother had a gimp leg and a curdled smell to his breath. He had cornered her by the big speaker at the corner. The bass shattered through Read more
I Was Told There Would Be Cake by Sloane Crosley 5 min @ Ideal coffee If only I could remember the time when my stomach didn’t clench and spasm at the thought of milk, the smell of coffee or even cigarettes. Smokes and lattes had been the goddam staples of my Read more
Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein 5 minutes before bed, Toronto She sat on the cooler, the bubbly sweetness tickling down her throat. The soda wasn’t cold enough yet but it tasted creamier when it wasn’t cold. That’s what she thought but Serena always argued differently. Serena insisted they bury Read more